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"Are you asleep, my lord?" No one responded to Yi Nanxuan's soft call.

It seemed as if Yi Nanxuan had fallen asleep. She approached the young emperor and lifted her hand, wanting to brush against his cheek. In the end, she only stopped a millimeter away from his cheek to slowly draw the outline of his face.

The candles and flames in the room were bright, as if it were daytime